"No news from Fang Gu yet?"

At the high tower lookout of the Bell Tower Magic Association, after imprisoning a group of super-class mages, President Han Ji and other members returned here, waiting for the latest information from the Royal Guard Mage.

Those detained super-class mages were personally supervised by the chief of the royal mages, Lu Huan, to ensure that nothing went wrong.

"The Royal Guards are searching hard... But there are signs that the other party may not have migrated to the ancient capital, but went to other cities." The Royal Guards Mage on the side responded cautiously.

"Move to other cities..." President Han Ji murmured a few times, his eyes fixed on the outside of the golden barrier.

The Mountain Corpse appeared silently in the North City area. Its towering figure shrouded in rain and gloom was shocking. Its eyes flashing with the light of death seemed to have foreshadowed the end of all life.

"Without the Nine Nether Dew, our subsequent plans will be difficult to advance. The ancient king will eventually wake up, and all our efforts will probably be in vain." said the gray-haired man on the side.

"Is there no other way to resolve this crisis except the water from Kunjing Well?" President Han Ji asked with a glimmer of hope.

"I'm afraid not..." The gray-haired man shook his head slowly, but his gaze immediately turned to the side, where Xu Mu was playing cards leisurely with the demon man, as if he was out of the matter.

“Perhaps, there is still a glimmer of hope for the ancient capital.” said the gray-haired man.

"Do you have any method?" President Han Ji asked anxiously.

"Earth Holy Spring!" The gray-haired man spoke in a serious tone, uttering every word clearly.

"According to my staff's investigation, the water from the Disheng Spring in Bo City and the water from the Kunjing in Weiju Village are essentially the same. The Disheng Spring is actually another name for the water from the Kunjing."

“If we can find the Holy Spring, there is hope that these undead spirits will fall into sleep again, thus resolving the current crisis,” the gray-haired man explained.

"I regret to tell you that the holy spring in Bo City no longer exists when Bo City suffered a disaster." Xu Mu said to the man in gray.

“As far as I know, the Holy Spring in Bo City is in the hands of a young man named Mo Fan, and this young man named Mo Fan is now in the ancient capital. Although it is not clear whether the Holy Spring is still there, there is always a glimmer of hope.” The gray-haired man said slowly, his eyes cast towards the president Han Ji beside him.

"President, please give the order and have the royal guards go look for Mo Fan."

……

Mo Fan was currently in the inner city. For the Royal Guard Mage, it was not difficult to find a young student in the city.

In less than an hour, the Royal Guards brought Mo Fan and his companions to appear in front of President Han Ji.

After some explanation, Mo Fan also understood why President Han Ji sent the Royal Guard Mage to bring him here.

“It’s true that the Holy Earth Spring is in my hands... But I’m not sure if it’s still useful.” Mo Fan sighed, as if he was ready to let go.

He slowly took off the pendant he was wearing close to his body, and the black loach on it was particularly eye-catching.

“This is my magic weapon,” Mo Fan explained. “It was given to me by an old friend. The Holy Earth Spring has been absorbed by my magic weapon. If the Holy Earth Spring can really save millions of lives in the inner city, you can refine it and use it.”

“Can you show it to me?” President Han Ji’s eyes were a little dim, as if he had realized that there was no hope of refining the Holy Earth Spring.

Mo Fan nodded slightly, even though deep down he was reluctant to part with the little loach that had been by his side since his magic awakened.

However, faced with millions of lives, he had to abandon the little loach that had always been by his side.

Although he sometimes seems selfish and even cruel, he is not the cold-blooded and ruthless people of the Black Church. Faced with the opportunity to save the ancient capital and protect the lives of millions of people, no one with a conscience will give up easily.

President Han Ji took the black pendant and felt that it was ordinary and there was nothing special about it. If it weren't for Mo Fan's reminder, he might have regarded it as an ordinary ornament.

"This is a high-quality magic weapon for cultivation. However, its cultivation bonus effect seems to be only applicable to mid-level mages, and it seems to have established some kind of soul-level connection with you." With years of experience, President Han Ji quickly discovered some of the secrets of the little loach.

He carefully examined the little loach for a moment, then returned it to Mo Fan, "You should keep it well."

"What's the situation of the holy spring there?" Mo Fan looked at Han Ji in confusion.

"The energy of the Holy Earth Spring has been completely absorbed. Even if we refine this magic weapon, all we can get is a pile of worthless scrap metal." President Han Ji sighed, looking very disappointed.

"President!" A royal guard mage rushed into the yard, holding a piece of paper tightly in his hand. His face was full of anxiety, and he hurriedly handed it to President Han Ji.

"Just now, a black beast suddenly appeared nearby. It was a messenger sent by the Black Church, and brought this urgent note."

The black beast sent a letter? !

Everyone present was very surprised to hear the news. It was completely beyond their expectations.

Why would the Black Church send them a letter at this time? What does this mean? Is it a provocation or some other purpose?
The gray-haired man at the side took the note and read it carefully: "Cancel the guillotine plan. We will give Gudu a chance to survive. Otherwise, everyone will be buried with Lord Saran - Grand Deacon Hu Jin."

After reading the contents of the note, the gray-haired man raised his head and turned his gaze to President Han Ji, who had a serious expression on his face. It was obvious that this news made him feel unprecedented pressure.

"Guillotine Project? Saran? You caught Saran!" Mo Fan asked in surprise. He looked at the gray-haired man in disbelief.

"Well... you can say that." The gray man nodded and answered vaguely.

"Since you've caught Saran, why don't you just get rid of him?" Mo Fan continued to ask.

"Because we can't be sure who the real Saran is, we have to catch all the super-class mages who are suspected to be Saran. This means that the price of eliminating Saran will be the vast majority of the super-class mage power in the ancient capital." The gray-white man said truthfully.

At the same time, he also revealed how they placed senior officials in Gudu under house arrest.

"Those super-class mages who are suspected of being Saran... Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, Lu Xu and others are also implicated?" Mo Fan asked in surprise.

President Han Ji nodded calmly and said, "I know that they are the least suspicious, but even the smallest suspicion is enough to involve them."

"What if we can't determine who Saran is?" Mo Fan asked.

"Then we have no choice but to execute them all!" the gray-haired man answered firmly.

"Executing them all is too cruel." "We have no other choice." President Han Ji responded.

"Let's go and meet Great Deacon Hu Jin." President Han Ji said.

……

……

Deacon Hu Jin was standing outside the courtyard where the super-class mage was imprisoned. He was wearing a raincoat, and a distinctive face was revealed under the hood of the raincoat:

His thick eyebrows and rough beard contrasted sharply with his unusually fair and plump cheeks. It was obvious at a glance that he lived a pampered life and was obviously a middle-aged aristocrat.

Muhe!

"Mu He, it's you!" Mo Fan stared at Mu He, his eyes full of shock and anger, and his right hand was almost instantly surrounded by a ball of flames.

Many high-level officials knew that Mu He was a member of the Black Church. Over the years, the Inquisition had been looking for Mu He's whereabouts, but ever since they left Bo City, Mu He seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, with no news of him since then.

However, unexpectedly, I met him again here.

"Mo Fan, you have to calm down!" Xu Mu grabbed Mo Fan's shoulders tightly, trying to calm him down.

"Long time no see, Mo Fan, Xu Mu..." Mu He's eyes moved among the crowd. Even when facing a powerful wizard like President Han Ji, there was no fear in his expression, as if these wizards posed no threat to him.

Mu He stared at the flames on Mo Fan's right hand, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "You want to attack with magic... Haha, if it were in the past, I would have countless ways to kill you."

"Damn it, I really want to teach this guy a lesson." The demon man couldn't help but curse, his anger evident in his words.

"Tell me, where is the hope for the survival of the ancient capital?" President Han Ji stared at Mu He with cold eyes, but he couldn't help feeling a little impatient.

If the lives of millions of residents in the city were not in Mu He's hands, he would have been unable to resist killing him with a palm. How could a blue-clothed deacon dare to be so arrogant in front of him?

"First of all, you must stop implementing the so-called 'Guillotine Plan' and release all senior officials who are under house arrest by you." Mu He responded calmly.

"Hmph, cunning old fox, even at this point, you still refuse to tell us who the real Saran is!" The demon man cursed again.

Obviously, Mu He knew everything about Saran's identity, but he did not specify the identity of a specific person. Instead, he demanded the release of all senior officials, allowing Saran to continue to hide among the people, both in the ancient capital and in the wider area.

Once President Han Ji releases all the detained senior officials, it will become extremely difficult to put them under house arrest again. After all, super-class mages are also flesh and blood people, and they are afraid of death.

If President Han Ji tried to place these super-class mages under house arrest for a second time, he would inevitably encounter strong resistance from them. At that time, under attack from both inside and outside, the ancient capital would probably be difficult to preserve.

"How can I easily believe your so-called hope of saving the ancient capital!" President Han Ji did not immediately agree to Mu He's request.

He must first confirm whether Mu He really has a way to save the ancient capital, otherwise... let Saran pay the price for the deaths of these millions of people!

"Hahaha, you are really cautious, old man Han Ji." Mu He laughed out loud with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"We have already mastered the exact location of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum. As long as you release all the high-ranking officials who are under house arrest, I will tell you where Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum is."

"Isn't the purpose of your search for the water from Kunjing Well to temporarily put the dead souls to sleep so that you can find Qin Shihuang's mausoleum and then seal it?"

"Although you haven't found the water from the Kunjing Well and can't put the dead souls to sleep, I, our Black Church, can tell you the location of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum!"

"..."

"Go, release all the super-class mages who are under house arrest." President Han Ji was silent for a moment, then decisively gave the order, asking people to go to the yard and bring out all the super-class mages.

Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang... This seems to be the only way to save the ancient capital.

What was truly terrifying about this undead catastrophe was not that the rain allowed all the undead to wreak havoc during the day, but that with the resurrection of Ying Zheng, the founder of the undead, all the undead monarchs in the eight directions also awakened from their slumber...

The only remaining hope for the ancient capital is to find the tomb of Qin Shi Huang and prevent the First Emperor from reviving. Then the ocean of the dead will recede!
Of course…it’s also possible that even if they find the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang and seal the ancient King Ying Zheng, the ocean of the undead will not recede, but they really have no other choice.

"Let him go!" Han Ji's order was cold and decisive.

A team of royal mages took the lead in escorting Councillor Zhu Meng out of the place of house arrest. Zhu Meng looked calm, but when he learned that the Supreme Magic Association used the beheading plan to deal with Saran and he would be buried with him, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

The royal guard mage lifted the restrictions on Councillor Zhu Meng. With the release of Zhu Meng, other high-ranking officials were also released one by one.

Han Ji did not release them randomly, but put the more suspicious ones at the back.

When Du Xiao was also released from the ban and slowly walked in front of everyone, Han Ji waved his hand to signal to stop the release.

"Now, you can speak." Han Ji's tone seemed to contain murderous intent.

Mu He was not afraid of Han Ji's murderous intention. He walked leisurely to a more open place and looked up in the direction of the northern city.

"Don't worry, you will see Qin Shi Huang's tomb soon, before nightfall..."

Everyone stared at Mu He, wanting to know what he was planning.

"Zhu Meng, I have a question. When these restrictions were imposed on you, did you completely lose your combat effectiveness? You couldn't even use your magic tools and weapons?" Xu Mu walked to Zhu Meng and asked.

"Why do you care about this?" Zhu Meng looked puzzled, but still explained: "The restriction placed by Han Ji is extremely powerful. My cultivation is completely blocked. I can't use any magic weapons, magic or magic tools at all. As for those who are more powerful than me, I don't know."

"If there are no special means, these restrictions should be able to completely seal the power of all super-class mages. Even if Saran is really among them, even if he has special means to deal with it, his strength will definitely be greatly weakened."

"Why did your totem beast follow you?" Zhu Meng said, noticing that the totem thunder leopard had quietly come to Xu Mu's side at some point.

"Oh, I brought it here to see the power of humans. This guy always wants to escape, he has no backbone at all." Xu Mu responded casually. (End of this chapter)